Spurs: Are they closers? Are you?

Do you want coffee? Do you want a steaming cup of joe? More importantly, do you want a metaphorical cup of java for a job well done?

If you do, you must be willing to do what it takes to get it. It won’t be perfect. It ain’t Starbucks and it’s not from your home espresso machine. It’s weak, it’s tepid and it’s at the corner store, which means you have to make your way there. But it’s coffee, and if you want coffee, there it is.

For the Spurs, bad coffee may be the best they can get. This isn’t the dominating Spurs ball of the past. This isn’t the special blend of Spurs ball. This is Folgers. Old Folgers, that was brewed early today and has been sitting on that top burner all day. But … it is coffee.

We got half way there last night with the Spurs’ win in Phoenix. That game was like driving a beat-up Chevy to the corner store for coffee.

Yes, it’s a beat-up, powder-blue piece of crap car with torn upholstery, a broken AM radio/8-track player, an A/C that stopped working when Gerald Ford was president and spits out mold instead of air, and a peeling vinyl roof that looks like your grandpa’s feet. But it gets you to the store for coffee, and that’s all that matters.

The Spurs’ 88-85 win over the under-staffed Suns last night was ugly for 47 minutes and 23 seconds. The Spurs looked like grandpa’s feet in the first half. Thankfully, Grandpa finally put on his shoes — Bruce Bowen’s 3-pointer with 36.4 seconds left — to finish the game.

Are the Suns dead? Did they leave it all out there? How can they summon up enough willpower to win in SA? And will the Spurs and their fans be willing to finish the job and close the deal?

It’s 3-2. We’re up. They’re down. Our foot is against their throat. Do we push down and finish the job? Or can they fight back?